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Andy froze at Kevin's sudden presence in his cell. They weren't friends—barely even acquaintances—and the old man's earlier words still stung like salt in a cut.
"What do you want?" Andy snapped, irritation sharp in his voice.
Kevin shifted his weight, grey eyes meeting Andy's without flinching. "I came to apologize. I was way out of line. I'm sorry."
Andy studied him for a long beat, then let out a slow breath. "Fine. Apology accepted. And… sorry too. So why are you really here?"
Kevin rubbed the back of his neck, uncomfortable. "I've been thinking. I'll get you out of here."
Andy's brows shot up. "That's a hell of a turnaround. Why?"
Kevin glanced away, voice dropping. "You know my story—booze, debt, sold off like cattle. I stayed because running meant facing my family with nothing. Ten years of lies, telling them I was 'making it big.' But I'm done pretending. I'm tired of waking up every day forgetting what my wife's laugh sounds like… or the color of my daughter's eyes."
Andy's anger softened. "You sure? They'll be crushed when they learn the truth."
Kevin sighed deeply before answering. "I don't want to live in a world of lies anymore. I want to be a new man, and I know I won't be able to do that if I stay here and continue to deceive my loved ones," He gestured at the cell bars.. "Every day that goes by, their faces fade a little more in my memory."
Andy nodded slowly, respect creeping in. "I get it. We all got our wars." He extended a fist. "Thanks for the offer. I'm in."
Kevin bumped it, a faint smile cracking his weathered face. "No problem, kid. I'll find us a way. Stay sharp."
"Okay."
The air between them shifted—no more venom, just two men with the same chain around their necks. For the first time since arriving in Planteira, Andy didn't feel completely alone.
They had a plan now. A spark. And together, they'd burn their way out or die trying.
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The sun had already dipped below the horizon when Alvin, Simon, and Bill sat around the heavy oak table in the dining hall, goblets of deep red wine catching the flicker of candlelight. Laughter had died minutes ago; now the air crackled with tension.
Bill's face flushed crimson, veins bulging at his temples. "You're lying!" he roared, slamming his fist down hard enough to rattle the silver. "My Miriam—with another man?"
Simon didn't flinch, his ice-blue eyes steady. "I'm not lying, old man. They went to the Brothel of Lust. All three fucked the alien defective. Thoroughly."
Alvin leaned forward, bushy blond mustache twitching. "This alien—does he have anything to do with the murder?"
Simon shook his head. "He's a nobody. No mana, no motive. But speaking of culprits…" He lowered his voice. "Who do we pin this on? The people need a head on a scapegoat."
Alvin waved a dismissive hand. "No scapegoat. We've spilled enough blood today—wiped out the entire press guild, their families, replaced them with loyal mouths. Warriors patrol every key district. And tomorrow I meet the Centaur chieftain to seal the Alliance. The kingdom will come under control little by little."
Simon's lips curled faintly. "Control we don't have."
"But they don't need to know that." Alvin rose, chair scraping stone. "Enough. The heroines' funeral is in a few hours. We'll mourn in public, strike fear in private."
Simon and Bill stood. Goblets abandoned, the three men filed out, shadows swallowing the hall behind them.
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Andy was lying on his bed, self-absorbed, staring at the ceiling of his room.
"Mr. Alien?"
Suddenly, Andy's serenity was interrupted by the arrival of Robin, the woman who had analyzed his semen at the brothel. Without warning, she approached Andy with news that jolted his thoughts. "They need your services." Andy got out of bed and left his cell obliquely as Robin connected his chain to the collar and led him to the reception room.
As they walked, Andy couldn't help but notice Robin's striking appearance: her dark navy blue hair fell just below her shoulders and her piercing green eyes drew his gaze. She was dressed in her attire of a medieval maid, with a simple dress and an apron that spoke of her position. And, well, it was hard not to notice her ample bosom. Andy still remembered how she had sucked him off like a woman possessed, face blank the whole time, lips and tongue working him frantically—but he hadn't cum. Deep down, his twisted urge had been to explode all cum over that inexpressive face.
When Andy arrived at the Reception Room, he saw only Roxanne and wondered where his client would be. Roxanne greeted him with a mischievous smile and said, "It seems you have a special task today: to head to the Royal Castle to take care of some "special" requests. At first, it was the clients who came to the brothel, but due to the danger in the streets related to the Green Hood murders, we opted to bring the service to you. Robin and Theresa will accompany you to keep an eye on you."
As they climbed the stairs to the surface, Theresa leading the way with Robin right behind her, Andy trailed at the rear—eyes locked on the hypnotic sway of their massive asses straining against short maid skirts. Each step flashed black lace panties clinging to plump cheeks, the fabric riding up just enough to tease the underside curves. His cock twitched at the sight, memories of Theresa's succubus reveal flooding back.
They pushed through a heavy door into an empty tavern, dim lamplight flickering over dusty tables. A lone bartender polished mugs behind the counter, not sparing them a glance. Perfect cover, Andy thought. Nobles could slip in for a "drink" without anyone suspecting they were really heading downstairs to get fucked senseless.
Theresa opened the tavern door and stepped outside. Outside, the carriage drawn by two horses was waiting in front. She winked at Andy in a friendly manner, but he kept his face impassive, still tormented by what she had done to him in the recognition room.
With a mixture of nervousness and determination, Andy climbed into the carriage and began his journey to Murkia Castle.
The carriage drives through the quiet streets and Andy, deep in thought, prepares himself for what awaits him at the palace. The uncertainty of seeing Simon, the prince of the kingdom, again adds an extra layer of tension. As they make their way through the shadows of the city, Andy is confronted with the truth that this visit could have unforeseen implications for his future.